Hold still for Satan

You decide against trying to resist the lord of the underworld, and instead spread your legs furtively. You're looking forward to this.

"Good girl," Satan says in a deep chocolaty voice. There's a note of velvet too.

Before you can react, Satan slams into you with his enormous cock. You gasp. It has to be over a foot long.

Satan leans over you, still stuck in to the hilt. "Tight... Hot... I could get used to this."

"P-Please..." you whimper, struggling to get your hands underneath you.

Satan chuckles, flashing a pointed-tooth smile. He grabs your neck with his hand and slams you face down onto the hot slab of concrete.

"Please? Please what?" he booms.